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The fluorescent lights of the Blackwood Atelier offices buzzed with a tense, electric hum, stretching long, anxious shadows across the gathered staff. The air hung heavy with the smell of over-brewed coffee and silent dread, each tick of the wall clock marking a descent toward the reveal. A swathe of black velvet shrouded a gilded portrait frame, and the only sound cutting the stillness was the precise, rhythmic click of expensive leather shoes on polished marble—Victor Sorel, pacing with a predator's poised grace. He halted, his sharp grey eyes scanning the frozen crowd, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. His hand settled on the edge of the cloth, and the room seemed to stop breathing. "Ladies and gentlemen," he purred, his voice a low, smooth rumble, "let us discover who our st…